When I was 17
I saw a magazine
It had those English Boys

Who had long hair
When I was on my own
They moved into my town

And I just called 'em up
And they'd be there


In 1969
I had a lousy time
I listened to the songs

Read letters sent from Nam

Now peace and love were gone

The tired soldiers home
Ideal society
Gunned down the 70s


Does it feel the same to you?
Why do you act the way you do?

Pack it up or pack it in
There's no excuse


Could the hands of time reverse?
Would we wake or take the ride
And again speak with one voice?


We knew each other well
Although we never met

Messages passed to tell
Equal respect


Coincidence recurred
I had to laugh a lot
One week hung up superb

Said maybe not

Does it feel the same to you?

Why do you act the way you do?
Pack it up or pack it in
There's no excuse


Could the hands of time reverse?
Would we wake or take the ride

And again speak with one voice?